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It was definitely her.

When she’d settled inside and the limo pulled out onto the street, Dakota followed. A few turns and twenty-one minutes later, the car stopped in front of a run-down building on a deserted street.

When Lucky Malone climbed out of the car, Dakota’s attention zeroed in on her. She had a killer body. Even the conservative dress pants couldn’t hide a backside like that. The equally modest blouse tightened over nicely rounded breasts as she moved. She said something to the driver before closing the door, then seemed to brace herself before entering the building.

Dakota slid out of his truck and hustled to the other end of the alley. It was quiet, until a low roar put him on alert. The roar grew louder until a dark sedan skidded to a stop between him and Malone’s limo.

The sedan’s front doors flew open. Two men bailed out and rushed Malone’s car. Dakota heard two unmistakable sounds. Silenced gunshots.

A new kind of tension ignited in Dakota’s veins.

A hit team. The driver was dead…and Malone would be next.